The Ranger of Mearcholt

The wayrunner had been tired, but not tired only. His steps were halting and unsure. A broken branch told where he had tripped upon the earth and reached to catch himself. Had he moved at night then? There would have been but little moonlight here beneath the leaves, it could be so...

Holdric felt a nudge in his side, Eahstann pointed on to Kenndric. The Huntslaed signed back the message-Ghaestling. Chased by one.

Holdric knows the wild as no other. Raised to the work by his Ollda Kenndric, h...